One of the many fantastic new bands that’s caught our ear of late are Memphis’ NOTS, who just put out their debut 45 on Goner Records. They’re captured cranking out some fast-n-bulbous off-kilter pop music live in concert here.
Videos
SEX TIDE, live in New York City this past weekend. Now you know why we like ‘em so much around here.
100 FLOWERS (!) playing “Salmonella” live at The Anti-Club in Los Angeles, 1983. I saw many a band take this stage a few years later, but 100 Flowers were long gone by that time and only “Trotsky Icepick” remained.
Tav Falco’s Panther Burns (with Alex Chilton on guitar!) on “Straight Talk with Marge Thrasher” in 1979
Watch through the halfway point to hear Tav argue his case for “anti-rockabilly” with the host.
WOW. MIND SHATTERING CLIP!!!
This was one of my favorite moments in the BIG STAR documentary, and almost single-handedly has me reconsidering my decades-long aversion to Tav Falco. “Axel Chitlin”!
RED CROSS, circa 1981 or ‘82, with the Jeff/Steve/Tracy/Janet “Born Innocent” lineup doing “Standing in Front of Poseur” and “Linda Blair”.
Awesome, awkward and disjointed Christchurch, NZ postpunk/pop from PLAYTHINGS. The song/video’s called “Coloured” – recorded live in 1981.
This is not us. Nor are the records recorded by The Cheaterslicks our records, although they pop up online associated with us all of the time. And this band says there is no confusion in their using our name (est. 1987). This band started in the mid 2000’s.
How do you stop a band from using your name? We’ve asked these guys over and over to stop, and they won’t and they put out records under our name. Not worth getting a lawyer about, but it pisses me off. They claim they can use the name because they don’t put a space between “cheater” and “slicks”. OK. See what happens to the new band the Rollingstones.
Always loved rockabilly, always HATED this type of cornball rockabilly. That just makes it worse.
I’m going to guess that this has already been posted many, many times, but forgive me – I just got sent the link. Nice prank from a TV show at the Coachella festival, in which drunk, stoned and stupid concertgoers are extremely excited (and sometimes quite knowledgeable) about bands that don’t actually exist.